Addicted to Love, Mr. Fu’s Newly Married Wife

"Brother, are you really not going to tell your parents?"

There was a hint of worry and reluctance in Ji Luoluo's tone, and he stared at Ji Feng, as if expecting a different answer.

Ji Feng took a deep breath, his eyes flashed with determination and tenderness, "Luoluo, Auntie's health has been bad. You know she can't be stimulated. My father also has high blood pressure. We can't add any more pressure to him. Let them treat me as me." He has really left this world.”

The words were full of bitter helplessness.

"But..." Ji Luoluo's eyes instantly became turbulent, and his eyelids turned slightly red. It was as if he had thousands of words coming to his mind, but he didn't know how to say them.

Ji Feng reached out and patted Ji Luoluo's shoulder gently. His voice was low but full of power: "Luoluo, you have to be strong. From now on, you have to accompany them on my behalf and bring them warmth and happiness."

Ji Luoluo bit her lower lip tightly, trying not to let tears fall. In the end, she just nodded heavily, "Yes!" A simple response, but it carried too much emotion and commitment.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door, followed by a familiar voice: "Ji Feng, we're here to see you."

It was Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao who arrived.

Ji Feng turned around with a relieved smile on his face: "Xiaoxiao, Yan Chen, you are here. Seeing that you two are so harmonious now, I can leave peacefully."

He looked around for a week, as if to carve this familiar environment into his mind, "Although it's still a little imperfect, for me, it's enough."

"Brother Ji Feng." Xu Xiaoxiao called softly, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Ji Feng walked up to Fu Yanchen and looked at him firmly: "Yan Chen, don't laugh so hard. She has suffered enough in the past three years. If it were me, I would not necessarily forgive you for the harm you did to her. "

His words were full of protection and care for Xu Xiaoxiao.

Fu Yanchen nodded, with a hint of gratitude and apology in his eyes: "I know. Ji Feng, don't worry, I am very satisfied now."

He held Ji Feng's hand tightly, as if conveying a silent promise.

"Yan Chen, I'm leaving...Don't forget what you promised me."

Ji Feng's voice was weak but firm, as if he had exhausted his last bit of strength.

"No! Don't talk nonsense. You will be fine. I have already contacted the best doctors abroad. You will be fine."

Fu Yanchen held Ji Feng's hand tightly, his eyes full of pain

"Fu Yanchen, I am a doctor myself, and I know my physical condition better than anyone else. You don't need to comfort me anymore, you just need to agree to what I do, okay?" the woman gasped.

"Okay, I promise you, I promise everything." Fu Yanchen nodded.

"Smile, that guy Xu Haojie is definitely not a kind person. Have you remembered? If one day he comes to your door, no matter what sweet words he says, you must not believe it." Ji Feng's eyes revealed a deep look. worries.

"Brother Ji Feng, why did you become like this? Why did he treat me like this?"

Xu Xiaoxiao asked with tears on her face and full of grievance.

"It's all because of your special status..."

Ji Feng sighed and replied helplessly.

Ji Feng used his last strength to raise his hand and gently wiped away the tears on Xu Xiaoxiao's cheek, "Xiaoxiao, don't cry. You must take good care of yourself in the future."

"Luoluo, please don't get angry with your father and aunt when you go back, okay? They are not young anymore and they can't stand your naughtiness."

"No, I won't listen unless you go back and take care of me, wuwuwuwu." Ji Luoluo started to cry.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Luoluo, Luo... Luo,..."

After saying that, Ji Feng slowly closed his eyes and his hands dropped weakly.

"Monsoon!" Fu Yanchen and Xu Xiaoxiao exclaimed at the same time.

An atmosphere of sadness suddenly filled the ward. Ji Luoluo stood aside, already sobbing.

Fu Yanchen held Ji Feng's hand tightly, his eyes full of grief and self-blame.

"Ji Feng, don't worry, I will take good care of Xiaoxiao." Fu Yanchen whispered.

Xu Xiaoxiao shed tears silently, her heart filled with gratitude and attachment to Ji Feng.

Monsoon's departure left everyone immersed in great sadness.

Three days later, Monsoon's funeral was slowly held among the pines and cypresses.

This funeral was organized by Fu Yanchen. He was busy taking into account the solemnity of the funeral and the emotions of the Ji family survivors.

Ji Luoluo stood aside. She didn't understand these red tapes. She just watched people's busy figures silently, feeling an inexplicable melancholy in her heart.

The sky is covered with thick clouds, as if they are also mourning the departure of the monsoon.

The wind blew gently, with a hint of chill, seeming to tell the impermanence of life's departure.

People stood solemnly in front of Ji Feng's tombstone. Fu Yanchen took a deep breath and said slowly: "This time, Ji Feng is really gone."

His voice was low and powerful, but it was difficult to hide the sadness in it.

Ji Luoluo heard a flash of tears in his eyes.

She looked up at the sky, trying to hold back the tears that were about to overflow.

She took a deep breath and said softly: "My brother is always right about people. Unexpectedly, he made a mistake once. What's more, he didn't expect that this time he made a mistake, and his life was involved."

Although her voice was calm, the helplessness and regret in it made people feel for her.

The people around him couldn't help but feel sad when they heard this.

They know how smart and capable Ji Feng is, but the fickleness of fate caused him to pay the price of his life in a wrong choice.

At this moment, Ji Luoluo's expression revealed a kind of tenacity and maturity that transcended his age.

She knew that she had to be strong, for the sake of Ji Feng and the Ji family.

After the funeral, the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Ji Luoluo and Fu Yanchen standing in front of the tombstone.

Xu Xiaoxiao felt unwell, so Fu Yanchen asked her to get in the car and rest.

Ji Luoluo stared at Ji Feng's name on the tombstone, his heart filled with endless longing.

"Luoluo, are you okay?" Fu Yanchen asked softly, breaking the long silence.

Ji Luoluo didn't answer immediately, she just shook her head gently, as if trying to dispel the sadness in her heart.

After a long time, she slowly spoke: "Brother Yan Chen, tell me, will my brother live well in another world?"

Fu Yanchen patted her shoulder gently and comforted: "Your brother is a kind and capable person. He will live a good life no matter where he is."

The two of them fell into a brief silence, with only the wind blowing gently in their ears, bringing with it a sense of desolation.

Ji Luoluo looked up at the sky. The thick clouds seemed to be mourning the departure of the monsoon.

"What are your plans next?"

Fu Yanchen broke the silence. He knew that Ji Luoluo was still young and had a long way to go.

Ji Luoluo took a deep breath and his eyes became firm: "I will continue my brother's unfinished business and let the Ji family's name continue to be passed down in this industry."

Fu Yanchen looked at her, with a flash of appreciation in his eyes: "Luoluo, you have grown up. I believe that your brother's spirit in heaven will also be proud of you."

The two stood side by side, facing Ji Feng's tombstone, as if they were making a promise to him.

The wind gradually became stronger, but their figures stood firm in the wind like two pine trees.

At that moment, Ji Luoluo seemed to feel the presence of Ji Feng. She knew that she still had a long way to go, but she was already ready to face the challenges and opportunities in the future. Ji Feng would always be by her side to witness Her growth and transformation.

"Let's go." Fu Yanchen said.